Disclaimer: although I wish these characters were mine, they are not! they are all Stephenie Meyer's!

Chapter 1: Surprise!

-Rosalie's Point Of View-

Here I am, living alone with Emmett McCartney who, thanks to me is now a newborn vampire. He's seven months in this new "life" which Carlisle bestowed upon him, after I begged him to. Seven months into this newness and he hadn't killed anyone; hadn't broken down and given in to his primal urges. At least until we both moved to this little quaint cottage on the outskirts of Washington five months ago.

Under my close supervision, there had been no accidents. It was strange, how protective of his innocence I was. Living with him was equally strange, but somewhat amusing. Emmett has an instinctive tendency to act like a four-year-old. His boundless enthusiasm and energy echoed in my mind, memories of children – of children I longed for. Sometimes this became frustrating; for the most part, very funny.

As of right now, he's hunting. This means time to be quiet – time to think. Time to remember. I remember the day I begged Carlisle to transform him while Edward, at his side, was telling me how selfish that was. I didn't care; I needed Carlisle - not Edward's moral fibre. Luckily Carlisle agreed to my pleading and he had performed the strange ritual that I did not have the strength for.

It took 51 hours 47 minutes and 4 seconds for Emmett to transform. I had counted each and every moment as it passed. I stared endlessly at him while he died, while he was being reborn. There wasn't as much blood as I thought there would be; the bear tore into him too quickly, shocking his body so much that I could see more bone, than blood. When it finished, his face relaxed from the agony it was enduring and after a few moments of shocked stillness, his expression was of confusion. This increased even more as Carlisle explained everything about this new inferno.

He took that information pretty well, nevertheless he was so sorry for his family. One mother who loved her children to death, a father who had three jobs to sustain his family, two younger sisters and one big brother who was in college for all family's pride and future success. Edward had not hesitated to tell me that. Obviously he wanted me to understand his disapproval of my choice; his censure for my irrationality. I had, in his eyes, destroyed a family. His observation was unnecessary; my guilt was overwhelming at the time and only when Emmett told me that I had saved him, did I begin to move past that. That was the first time we really spoke; and those were the first words he said to me that gave me that feeling.

Some months after, Emmett went hunting with Edward. This was the first mistake. The arrogant idiot let Emmett go deeper into the forest by himself, bad idea. A woman was having a bath in a river, and in two seconds her life ended abruptly. Edward tried to get there, but he was too late. It was little reconciliation that Emmett hit Edward extremely hard in the face.

After a discussion, we decided to move. Emmett objected, of course.

"That's not necessary! I'll go alone. You guys don't need to leave because of my mistake!"

I had an idea in that moment: "One of us should go with him, to prevent something like this happening again."

Carlisle nodded, glancing automatically at Edward.

"No Carlisle don't look at Edward, he showed his stupidity by letting Emmett hunt alone by himself!" I object, pretending Edward wasn't there. I ignored the stony glare from him, a well worn habit by now.

He was quick to retaliate, of course.

"Then you go, Rosalie! You were the one who wanted him! Your selfishness has done all of this! Self centred, spoilt little madam! See if you can control such an overly strong vampire - YOUR overly strong vampire! See how well you can hold him off!"

And that's how it happened.

Carlisle was the town's doctor; he couldn't leave just like that. It didn't make sense for anyone else but me to go with him. Thanks to me, Emmett hadn't tasted human blood since that accident. I was smug, pleased by the fact that I had succeeded where Edward – wonderful, perfect Edward – had failed.

Who was the controller now, Edward? Hmm?

About one thing he was right, Emmett was my vampire. In fact, he was just mine. The feelings of happiness inside me were wrapped up in everything about him. His almost-amber eyes staring at me, when he thinks that I'm not watching. His dimple cheeks when he laughs loudly and his beautiful big smile when he makes me laugh about the strangest things. He likes to be funny – it's obviously a big part of who he is. No-one had made me laugh like he had in years. In fact, I wasn't sure anyone had ever made me laugh like that. He devoted hours to my attention, to making me laugh and smile. Our time together, alone was wonderful but in many ways…confusing.

I can't place what it is about him that draws me in. Maybe the way he is always trying to protect me when we hunt, maybe the way he looks at me; as if nothing gives him greater pleasure. He listened to me talk for hours, sometimes days.

I tried to categorise the way I loved him, because I really did. Maybe I loved him like a brother…but no. That wasn't right, I knew that. I tried to imagine him loving me, but if he knew what a monster I was….there was no way he would look at me again, let alone try to make me smile.

Upon my rebirth, I had one obsession; revenge. Revenge on the bastards who had seen to my death. I had killed them in vile, unspeakable ways. Even without this, I had been a selfish spoiled brat. I felt like I knew everything about him and yet, even with the endless conversations we had had, I hadn't really told him anything about me. He never asks, maybe he doesn't want to. I wouldn't blame him.

I sensed his return. "Hey Rose!" he called. "Are you out there?" I was right, as usual.

"I'm reading outside," I called back.

"Hey, I have a surprise for you!"

Not good. "Emmett, you know I don't like surprises."

Now he was stand right in front of me. With no shirt on… well that's not surprising.

"You ripped another shirt?! THAT'S a surprise," I laughed, putting down the book I hadn't even been reading. I looked at him, properly. Those blinking eyes, the beautiful huge smile, the dimple cheeks…then the body...

*Stop it!* I thought to myself. *Stop! When did you become this?*

He wasn't going to accept my attempted change of conversation. "Please, let me show you! I think you'll love it!"

Emmett's Point of View

Now I'm using 'the look' as my Momma had called it.

"That look," she would say. "Could melt every heart within fifty miles."

I hoped it would be sufficient to melt the heart of Rosalie Hale. I was unsure of myself, never quite knowing what to expect from her.

I had come inside the house, by the garage. My gift for her was of considerable size and I was almost certain that she would like it. After I had put it in place, I then went to find her. She was reading 'Murder in Mesopotamia' by Agatha Christie. She leant against the tree's sturdy roots, wearing a long white dress that fit her perfectly. She was completely gorgeous, sitting there so quiet and silent. I might have stood there looking at her forever, but she caught my scent and looked up.

"Hey Rose! Are you out there?" No, she is a reading ghost, genius.

"I'm reading outside"

"I have a surprised for you!" A really big one, Miss, a really big one.

I didn't heard what she said, I was dizzy thanks to her beauty, again. She didn't like surprises, she told me that, once.

"You ripped another shirt!! THAT'S a surprise." Always worrying about clothes.

I rolled my eyes, and took her by the hand. She got up, left her book and followed me. Her skin was smooth and warm… deliciously perfect to me. There was an interior hardness, however, that I was well aware of even though it didn't extend to me.

"Can I close your eyes? I mean, put my hands over your…?" I felt slightly awkward, when I could have just asked her to close her eyes herself. But I wanted to feel her eyelashes beneath my hands.

"Yes, Emmett. You can close my eyes, don't be silly"

Her acceptance meant a lot. More than something so simple should have.

I did as I had asked to do, the angelic feelings of her thick eyelashes brushing over my hands, and I led her into the cottage. She went where I directed her, but very quickly her impatience dawned.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

By way of an answer, I took my hands away.

When she saw it, sitting there in our supposed 'dining room', she gasped. A brand new, shining grand piano. It was ivory white, a small stood in front of the unused keys. From the window behind, small rays of sunlight bounced off the polished surface, giving my gift to her a vaguely magical aura.

On top of the piano, was a score book full of as many songs as I could find that Rosalie loved.

She said nothing, I stood there anxiously waiting for her to say something. To tell me that she liked it, that she hated it - either way, to react to it somehow.

"Do you like it?" I asked tentatively. "I got it in white because you wear a lot of white. Do you…? Rose? Rosalie?"

I began to think I had stumbled onto a sore spot, and she really didn't like it - when all of a sudden, she threw herself at me into a hug. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her back.

"Its beautiful Emmett! I love it! Its just great, thank you so much!" When we broke apart, she was smiling so widely that I felt I had given her the best gift ever. She ran to it and immediately began to play; her fingers sweeping across the keys fluently.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

I watched her playing, hair trailing down her back; the soft, delicious scent of her. Everything about her was impossibly lovely and I realised then, while she played her angelic music, what I felt for her.

And I just did it….to hell with being gentlemanly.

Rosalie's Point of View

A grand piano? That was the surprise? WHAT a surprise! The piano was huge and beautiful. I couldn't believe Emmett had done this for me. I didn't even know he knew about my obsession with music, nor my love for playing the piano. Clearly he was more observant than I thought.

I was three quarters of the way through Mozart's Sonata No.16 when it happened. I was about to thank him again for his gift to me, when he pulled me up from the stool and kissed me passionately.

I felt his lips in mine, waiting for me to respond. When he put his hands on my face, I finally did. I kissed him back and wrapped myself around him.

The kiss was full of love, hesitation but most of it was protection… yes, Emmett was making me feel protected. His lips were moving slowly against mine, then it became deeper and his tongue was asking my lips for permission, and they give in of course.

His hands were stroking my cheeks, sliding up into my hair. I thanked God that we didn't need to breathe. The kiss grew deeper and deeper until he finally broke it.

I was dizzy from the sudden loss of contact. "What's wrong? Was it…not good?"

He smiled, and stroked my nose with his. "Don't be silly. Kissing you is incredible. I'm just sorry, I didn't mean to do it like that. I shouldn't have just grabbed you like that."

"Why not?" I asked breathlessly.

He waited, thinking of his answer no doubt. "I can't explain it, I'm not good with words like you and Edward are. I can't explain what I'm feeling for you…I…"

"Sometimes," I said, lovingly running my fingers through my hair. "It's better to act, rather than talk. When you kiss me, you say a thousand words." He smiled at this.

We just looked into each other's eyes; I suddenly didn't care what he would think of me if I told him of my monstrous past. It didn't seem to matter at this moment, and I didn't think - from the way he had kissed me - that he wouldn't be able to forgive me.

What did it matter, anyway? Even if he did leave me, I would have this memory for all eternity. I think I fell in love in that moment. A sob was rising in my throat, but I tried to choke it down. I didn't want to be drowning in bad memories right then…I wanted to be drowning in my love for him. He would never hurt me like Royce had. I was about to say it, when he beat me to it.

"I think I'm falling in love with you." How could he say he wasn't good with words?

"Me too," I whispered. "At least there's a partner in this hell, now."

He laughed gently and kissed my forehead. "In hell and anywhere else we go."

Hello, Hello... This is my first story ever. I love read people's fics and one day, this story just came to my head. I would like some reviews, maybe I'll become a review-obsess ^^. Originally this was a one-shot but these ideas keep coming and coming, so I think they want to be publish...But anyway, tell me what you think about it... According to your reviews I'll decided to make this a long story, just if you want! and I'll accept every critic or aditional idea gladly. Finally thousands of thanks to my beautiful and wonderful sugarbucket, who is my Beta. Thanks beauty you really rock!